You can practically hear Sou's brain rev up the processing speed as he tries to figure out what the dickens she even means by that. He was in the library in the middle of an increasingly disgusted face journey while Midori was doing his 'love to see a girlboss winning' spiel. It takes a split second for it to click; that damn contract. Sara hadn't signed hers, but Joe... no, hang on, he wasn't meant to be a participant in the first place... is she just losing the thread?

He sets the side of his brain frantically pawing at that puzzle to one side to run in parallel, because it's not like it matters now. There's no card placement to work out here.

Sou why don't you pass out and maybe you'll calm down. Honestly he's getting there. It's pure stress and spite keeping him upright at the moment. He can't rest there's a Sara nearby.

"Ahaha. A balanced future." He also hates that he knows this. After the lantern shook loose one memory of that time more and more of it has been trickling back on it's own, little by little. It's... disturbing. How much had been missing. He doesn't even know if it's stopped. For the first time there's a flicker of... something, to his words, in his face. "Truly disgusting," he mutters into his scarf. He can't even really feel anger any more but every new thing he's learnt about the death game, like his own memories, sickens him. "Well, you're free to." That faux-friendly smile is plastered back on. "I have the feeling we'll be here quite a while!"